A foreigner's journey

New York City in the evening was shrouded in the dim sunset.

In the rental house located in St. Regis House, the mobile phone placed on the table was playing melodious music.

The two of them practiced their dance moves in the middle of the cleared living room.

Heather's right hand was resting on the back of Gwen's waist, and her left hand was gently holding Gwen's little hand. She was sweating profusely and clumsily accepting Gwen's dance steps.

"1, 2, 3, change. Again, 1, 2, 3, change... Oops, you stepped on my foot again!"

Afraid of being stepped on by Heather and hurting her feet, Gwen specifically asked Heather to dance on the floor barefoot like her. The result was just as she expected. Although Heather was usually smart and calm and full of brilliant ideas, his athletic ability was really average.

After teaching Heather for less than 20 minutes, Gwen was stepped on for the fifth time.

"I'm tired, why don't we take a rest first?" Heather said breathlessly.

Feeling Heather's hot breath blowing against her ears, Gwen's face turned slightly red, and then she made up her mind: "No! Mary Jane and the others made a bet that your combination with me will definitely not win the Prom King and Prom Queen, and I insist on winning." Show them! Just keep practicing for a while, okay?"

"But I really can't jump anymore..." Regardless of the proximity of Wenxiang Nephrite, Heather really couldn't jump anymore.

With that said, Heather sat down on the floor and refused to get up regardless of Gwen's threats.

Does this woman think of herself as a physical person like her? I can't wear Berserker armor and dance with her, right?

Seeing Heather's attitude of non-violence and non-cooperation, Gwen put her hands on her hips and looked speechless. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she entered the bathroom carrying her schoolbag.

Is she finally tired? Heather breathed a sigh of relief, and after a while, she got up from the floor with a sore back and opened the refrigerator to get two cans of iced drinks for herself and Gwen.

At this time, the bathroom door opened.

Gwen put on the Ghost Spider's tight-fitting suit and walked out of the bathroom.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window, the beautiful lines on the surface of the tights are clearly visible.

She didn't wear a mask, and her face turned red: "I think maybe this outfit can give you some motivation... Huh? Are you tired?"

Gwen was surprised to find that Heather, who was as tired as a dead dog just now, slammed the refrigerator shut, expanded her chest and raised her arms while doing warm-up exercises in a serious manner.

"Tired? Who said I'm tired? I'm full of energy now! I have to practice until you're satisfied today. Don't worry, the prom king and prom queen positions are ours!"

tired? He recovered after sleeping at night, and Heather suddenly felt that dancing and exercising occasionally would be better for her health.

Gwen bit her lip and snickered twice, then extended her hand to Heather to invite her to dance, and the latter happily accepted.

"How has the research on the Berserker Armor been going lately?"

Gwen asked softly while guiding Heather to dance amid the melodious music.

"It's not bad. I feel like I can control it completely. There are no obvious side effects. It only takes less than 1 second from summoning to appearing. Its pure power can easily reach 10 tons. It has the ability to fly for a short time and is even more powerful at night. What, does Ms. Ghost Spider need a night companion?"

Heather teased as she put her hand on the back of Gwen's waist.

"Hmph... If someone strongly demands it, it's not impossible. But you have to have a loud hero code name, one that can match the ghost spider... pay attention to the rhythm and change your steps."

Heather took Gwen's hand, and the latter gracefully spun in a circle before being pulled back to her by Heather.

"Miss, you are forcing yourself into something difficult. The name Ghost Spider is not very good to begin with, and now you want me to jump into the pit too?"

Gwen was so angry that her teeth itched when she saw that Heather was not getting enough food and salt. She pursed her lips and struggled for a while, then blushed and whispered:

"If you can come up with a code name that matches the ghost spider, then I will... reward you with a touch."

Seeing Heather looking behind her involuntarily, Gwen was so angry that she pinched him: "Not over there!"

Heather blinked in confusion.

Gwen's face turned red and she pointed at her waist and abdomen.

The Sichuan-shaped vest line at the waist and abdomen looks extremely clear and obvious against the tight clothing.

Heather's face also turned red, and her gaze that she usually glanced at occasionally was still noticed by Gwen.

But now is not the time to be shy! Heather, use your imagination that you are usually proud of!

As the saying goes, there must be a brave man under a heavy reward. People, especially men, are obsessed with loot drive.

Heather just thought for a moment and then blurted out:

"[Hell-Raven]! After I also register with the Hero Association, the two of us can form a small hero group called [Nocturnal Animals]. How about that?"

"Hell raven... night beast..."

Gwen repeated it several times and found that the name was indeed very appropriate. The shape and movement of the berserker armor resembled a huge and ferocious raven, and raven was Heather's pen name.

The night beast represents the action style of the ghost spider and the hell raven, and the naming method also fits Gwen's aesthetic very well.

Looking up to see Heather's shining expectant eyes, Gwen blushed and hummed twice, and gently put her hands around Heather's neck:

"You've passed the test... Let's make an agreement first, and you're only allowed to touch it."

The melodious music in the room continues.

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At the same time, in the Connors Laboratory in Manhattan.

Peter Parker was wearing a white coat, standing in front of the precision instrument storing the potion, with an uncertain look.

Dr. Connors had left, and now Peter was the only one left in the laboratory.

Because he had participated in the relevant experiments almost throughout the whole process and made contributions, even though Peter was just a high school student, he was still given great trust by Dr. Connors and allowed to enter and leave the laboratory freely.

Peter was a very partial genius, which both Heather Gwen and Dr. Connors had to admit. This child had an extremely outstanding understanding and creativity in physical chemistry. Dr. Connors valued this and worked hard to cultivate Peter in the hope that he could become his most capable assistant.

Now, the green potion placed in the instrument in front of Peter was the latest research invention of the Connors team - the superhuman enhancement potion.

This was the crystallization of the human body transformation project developed based on the direction of the successful case of Captain America.

The Connors team hoped to make humans more perfect and stronger by studying the regenerative ability and strong physical strength of lizards.

The experiment was a huge success a while ago, giving the experimental mice super physical strength and regeneration ability. Even if the tail or even the limbs are broken, they can regenerate new limbs in a short time. The strength and agility are far superior to creatures of the same size.

Due to the caution of human experiments, Dr. Connors hopes to continue to proceed step by step during this period, rather than rushing to conduct human experiments as soon as there is a successful case.

Peter originally agreed with this cautious attitude, but now his mind is shaken.

The little white mouse has proved the feasibility of the potion. Is Dr. Connors too cautious?

Tomorrow is the graduation dance, and I must immediately become a superhero that everyone admires and rushes to Mary Jane's door to invite her to the dance.

Yes, she will definitely agree in that case!

With trembling hands, he opened the instrument and took out the small bottle of green potion.

Wait for me, Mary Jane!